On Sundays, they escort their mothers to church and take them out to lunch afterward.
They pick up bread, milk, and the exact brand and size of mayonnaise their Mom wants and let her give them a coupon and the exact change.
Although they could finish a repair project more quickly without their father’s help, they try hard to smile when Dad supervises the work.
They sift through piles of Medicare statements and become wise in the ways of copays and explanations of benefits.
At their Mom’s house, they change light bulbs, program her cell phone, and write up a cheat sheet since she won’t remember how to use it.
They bring tins of homemade cookies, flowering plants, and companionable conversation.
After agreeing to be power of attorney, they spend countless hours balancing statements and paying bills.
As they sit at her bedside and spoon applesauce in their mother’s waiting mouth, they try not to dwell on the role reversal, because it just makes them sad.
They don’t talk much about the losses—they just shrug their broad responsible shoulders and go back to the office or go home. They don’t think their efforts are anything special–it’s just what they’re supposed to do.
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